In seeking to nurture our creativity, we need adventures that can be counted on. We are out to romance or woo our artist. We do so by taking a weekly solo expedition to do something that is just plain fun. As with any date, the planning is a part of the adventure. The anticipation is a large part of what makes it special....An Artist date is an adventure, a lark, a flier in to the unknown, that gives our inner creative youngster some time and attention and a chance to speak to us, and expect to hear the unexpected.
Artist Dates connect us to a larger and more fascinating world than our normal beaten path.
When I think about it I've been taking myself on Artist Dates for the last decade, and never knew it.
Mostly via my long bike rides, but also trips to parks, museums, the movies, Open Mic Poetry Readings, a genealogy convention, trips to phoenix, Chicago, Virginia, and Washington DC, and just riding the bus around town on errands, I have often found creative inspiration for my writing efforts as a blogger.
I've recently begun reading the Cameron books, beginning with Artist's Way, and begun doing the Morning Pages, and other exercises, all in an effort to recharge my Creative Mojo.
On Monday afternoon I took a bus, and train trip, from my home in Santa Ana, to Downtown Pasadena.
Often, when riding the bus, or train, I spend the time reading a book, or the newspaper, however, this time I decided to do what Julia suggested, and pay attention to those around me on the bus. ;-D
What follows are my notes from the journey:
The MTA 460 leaves Disneyland, at 11:40am, with a dozen passengers, & will be packed by the time we reach downtown Los Angeles.
A huge American flag can be seen hanging on the outside wall of the Ramada Inn, on Disney Way.
Across from me sits a young Hispanic Mother, in blue jeans & brown shirt. She has a dark yellow purse/bag in her lap, and one hand clutching the handle of a folded , cheap, purple stroller. Her 2 yr. old boy sits next to her in the window seat, looking out the window.
Up toward the front of the bus sits a 40ish black woman, in a flowery blouse, who hasn't stopped chatting on her cell phone since we got on the bus.
Across from her sits an elderly Hispanic man, in a black baseball cap, fast asleep. ;-D
I look out the window, up at the partly cloudy skies, as we leave the Fullerton Park & Ride Station, off La Palma, and I see a huge Military Transport Helicopter heading, no doubt, toward the base in Seal Beach.
2 young ladies, from a local Technical Med School, are now sitting behind me in the back of the bus, and a young Hispanic lady in a white sweater, with a beautiful yellow flower of some sort tying her long hair back, is sitting up front across from the Cell Phone Chatter.
Thankfully, the noise of the bus is too loud to hear Cell Phone Lady from where I sit, and too bad I also can't hear the 2 ladies behind me. ;-D
As we pass Knott's Berry Farm I'm reminded that it's been more than 20 years since I last visited the place, & the last time I visited Disneyland was during construction of Toon Town!
Utterly disgraceful behavior to admit for a native Southern Californian, I know. ;-D
Oh, look! At the 1/2 hour mark of our journey Cell Phone lady turns it off, & suddenly remembers her young male traveling companion sitting next to her!
Meanwhile...across from her is an Hispanic lady, with braided hair, studiously filing her finger nails, while also, alternately, picking her nose.
The interesting thing about her is how, when "Going for the Gold", she turns her head face front, as if this will prevent the other 25 bus passengers from noticing what she is doing. ;-D
As we approach La Mirada Ave. an 18 wheeler passes us on our left, & I notice 2 large yellow sickers, with black writing, on the back door.
The left one says, "Passing Side", and the right one says, "Suicide".
By the time I got my camera out for a picture it was too late, darn it! ;-D
Meanwhile our fingernail filing nose picker has her eyeliner, & make-up kit out, Cell Phone lady is on the phone again, & the sleeping Baseball cap guy is awake, though, since he is across from these 2 fine ladies, he probably wishes he was still asleep. ;-D